So there’s this thing called the “Drabble-matic” which is essentially mad-lib fanfiction.
Here’s a bizzare example when I put in terms for a pokemon fic. It could almost work… XD
The Miracle Of The Victreebell
James hated Christmas. He didn’t just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a kite twisting in the wind. He loathed it.
Every December, James would feel himself getting all wayward inside. He refused to put up a Christmas sleeping bag, he snapped at anyone cruel enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, James had to go to the mall to buy a neat pokeball. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing noisily around and so much Christmas music blaring reproachfully, he thought his groin would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a fiddly woman collecting for charity. James never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the fiddly woman dropped his bells and ran near the pokecenter. There was an unsure victreebell right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the fiddly woman slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
James rushed out and carelessly pushed them both out of the way. There was a pointy bang and then everything went dark.
When James woke up, he was in a smiling room. There was a Christmas sleeping bag in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, James’s face hurt. A lot.
The fiddly woman came into the room. “I’m so firey!” she said. “You’re awake. My name is Jesse. You saved me from the truck. But your face is broken.”
James hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas sleeping bag up and his face was broken, he felt quite sweet, especially when he looked at Jesse.
“Your face must hurt sharply,” Jesse said. “I think this will help.” And she punched James several times.
Now James felt very sweet indeed. He didn’t hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Jesse. “I love you,” he said, and kissed Jesse smilingly.
“I love you too,” said Jesse. Just then, the victreebell ran into the room and nuzzled James’s fingers. “I brought him home with us,” Jesse said.
“We’ll call him Miracle,” James said. “Our Christmas Miracle.”
It was the best Christmas ever.